Sinful

Aaron

“In all sincerity, Mr. Connor, this is one of the better pieces I’ve seen in well over a year.” Marcus Barlow stepped back, admiring the canvas from my right side. The spectacles on his nose slipped down, and he didn’t bother to adjust them as he gazed at the painting hanging on the wall in front of us.

“Thank you, Mr. Barlow,” I said. “That means a lot coming from you.”

“Indeed. Let’s see how the gala works out on Saturday. If we can sell this piece for a reasonable price, we can continue to talk about where you might end up.”

Grinning like an i***t, I shook the distinguished man’s hand and watched as he walked away, trying not to do a happy dance right there in the middle of the floor. Once Mr. Barlow was safely out of range, I whipped out my cell phone and dialed Renee’s number to share the good news.

“It’s happening, baby,” I said into the phone, taking the elevator down from the top floor loft. “He loved it.”

“I am so proud of you,” Renee said on the other end of the line. “Seriously, Aaron, but I’m not the least bit surprised, either. You have raw talent. You always have.”

“Thank you, beautiful.”

“I still haven’t decided what to wear to the gala on Saturday,” she said with a sigh, and I could almost see her pacing on the other end of the line. “It’s between a black ballroom gown or a red one.”

“Black brings out your hair and eyes,” I told her with a chuckle, finding my car in the parking garage. “But I know you’ll look stunning in whatever you choose.” I slid into the driver’s side of the BMW and took a breath, closing my eyes to compose myself. I was still jittery with nerves and excitement. The meeting had gone better than I’d expected by far. “Is Matt already at work?” I asked.

“Yes, he left this morning.”

“What about Jake?”

“He’s got the overnight shift at the station. They’re working on a big case, I guess.”

“Good.” I flipped the mirror down and smiled into it, hoping I was coming off as charming as I felt. “I need to run to the studio and get some work done, but how about if I cook dinner tonight for the two of us?”

“That sounds lovely,” Renee purred. “I feel like I’ve barely seen you in weeks.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But now you can make it up to me, right?”

“I’ll do more than that,” I murmured, feeling my body react to the sultry, teasing way she spoke. God, even after all these years, the mere sound of her voice and the image of her face in my mind drove me f*****g wild. Not a single thing had changed, and I was grateful for that every day.

“I’ll see you later,” Renee said. “But let me cook for you. It’s a celebration.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

Still beaming as I hung up the phone, I tossed it aside and started the car. Nothing could f**k the rest of today up, nothing at all. Years of hard work and dedication to the craft were finally paying off, and I was ecstatic to be rewarded. For once, things were falling in place for the man on the low end of the totem pole, and I would take full advantage. Sometimes it was hard to compete with badass Matthew Nelson, Special Operations Fire Chief, and Jake Denny, Police Hostage Negotiator. And while I knew Renee didn’t care what I did or what any one of us did and supported us unconditionally at all times, it still felt good to finally have some recognition. Matt, Jake, and I had been friends since high school, and after all these years, they still loved to give me s**t for my hobby.

But soon, it wouldn’t be a hobby. I’d show them just what Aaron Connor was capable of.

Cranking up the music on my playlist, I drove through downtown Denver toward my art studio. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a small rental space where I could go to get away from Matt and Jake and do my work, but I loved it because it was mine. It was my office, my space, and I didn’t have to share it with my best friends.

Pulling up to the curb, I grabbed my stuff and headed up the rickety elevator to the fourth floor, where my space was. Even before I opened the door, I could smell the familiar scent of my studio, the intoxicating scent of oil paints on a fresh palette, and the earthy odor of wood pencils and charcoal. It was familiar, wonderful.

I reached for the door handle, surprised when it opened without the key. A brief moment of panic overcame me as I pushed it open and stepped inside, expecting the place to be ransacked.

“Well, hell, sexy,” Renee said as I stepped inside the studio. She was already there, sitting on top of one of my work tables, her legs crossed at the ankles as she grinned at me, biting her lip seductively. “I hoped I’d beat you here.”

I was at a loss for words as I shut the door behind us and locked it, facing Renee. That stupid grin I’d had earlier returned as I crossed the floor towards her, taking her into my arms, inhaling the rich and subtle scent of her familiar mint shampoo and sweet perfume.

“It’s like you read my mind,” I murmured, meeting her lips with mine as Renee’s legs tightened around my waist, pulling me against her as she slipped her tongue between my lips, searching my mouth with her own.

“I couldn’t wait,” she whispered as we came up for air, her hand tangling in my hair. “I’m so f*****g proud of you, Aaron. I really am.”

“That means the world to me.”

She grinned, biting my lip teasingly, then reached her hands down and undid the button and zipper on my jeans, using her feet to push them down to the floor. She did the same with my boxers, then pushed me back a bit and hopped down from the table, falling to her knees on the plush rug below us. I moaned as she took my stiffening c**k in her hand, sultry eyes batting their eyelashes at me as a groan escaped my throat and my head fell back in desperate desire. Her tongue flicked out over my shaft, teasing me. One of my hands shot out and tangled in her hair, guiding her as Renee’s lips curled around my c**k and stroked it with her tongue and throat, driving me wild.

“f**k,” I moaned as she pulled back, grinning up at me mischievously.

“Close your eyes,” she said. “And let me take care of you.”

I did as she asked, relaxing back against the table. Her mouth closed around my c**k again, her lips warm and soft around the sensitive skin. I groaned and gripped her hair slightly as she started to bob up and down, sucking me into her mouth and swiping her tongue over the sensitive head of my c**k. I was gripping the edge of the table, fighting the urge to grab onto her head and slam her down on my c**k. She had already made it pretty clear that she wanted to be in control, and I had to admit that she was doing a damn good job. Her lips, tongue, and hands all worked together like they had a secret language whispering to each other, driving me closer to the edge already.

Renee teased me then by pulling back, just stroking me with her hand. I groaned and bucked my hips, trying to f**k her hand. She grinned at that, then slid her tongue down and licked around the head of my c**k, teasing the sensitive skin. I groaned, bucking my hips forward, my hand still gripping her hair, and she came up for air.

“Not yet,” she said. “I want to do my favorite part, first.” She pushed me back against the table and stood, then slid her jeans down from her hips. I reached up, sliding my hands up her stomach and over her breasts, then pinching her n*****s as she unclasped her bra and slid it off. Her breasts bounced in front of me, the n*****s already hard and standing at attention. Her hands slid down her body and she grabbed onto her panties, slipping them down her thighs. Her fingers gave her a quick squeeze there, and she groaned softly, then stepped out of them completely. Her hand then slid down and she grabbed ahold of my c**k again, stroking it as she positioned herself above me. I could see her p***y glistening in the darkness, and she slowly pushed herself onto me, gasping and moaning as my c**k slid into her.

“f**k,” she said, her head falling back as my c**k slid in as far as it could go. She paused like that, her breasts pressed against my chest, her hair falling around us.

“Oooh,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she started to move. “Slow,” she said, her finger sliding up to trace my lips.

I nodded. The idea of f*****g her hard until she screamed my name and came all over my c**k had been tempting, but the sight of her riding me slowly, like that, with her eyes half-closed in pleasure and her finger crooked, beckoning me to make her come, led me to believe that there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, though, I just wanted to enjoy the feel of her moving on top of me, enjoying the way she moved her hips in a slow, sensual wave that was driving us both wild.

“God, Renee,” I said, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, my fingers teasing her n*****s. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said. “Oh God, I love you so much...”

“I’m going to make sweet love to you,” I said, my voice deep and husky with my desire. “I’m going to f**k you until you can’t see straight.”

“Then you’d better start now,” she said, and so I did.